Traveling Yogi Finding Diamond in the Rough

Trust in the Distant Vision

Koufinisia Island, Greece

Making plans in the sand,
Planting seeds for the future,
You’ve laid them down like stones in your mind,
So steadfast and precise,
But they’re just stencils in the ether,
And the currents they are a changin,

Can you feel the breeze turning to a gale?
Bare knuckle and resist or open your palms in faith,
Unpredictable nature,
Mother of chaos,
She warns against the latter,

To live freely is to trust in the distance,
To ebb and flow and know how to let go,
So relax your grip,
To adapt is not to give up,
No battle has been lost,

Let the ego fall back to its place,
Enjoy the fulfillment of simple existence,
For this is a dynamic ever-changing space,
And the oncoming lessons aren’t your hand’s to trace,

My formula for greatness in a human being is that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it—all idealism is mendaciousness in the face of what is necessary—but love it.